In a continuation of last week’s
adventures Frankie and Joni return with more strange tales of virtual reality
programming...
Aftermath of the Monkeys (Sea Ghouls and Zombies)
“Frankie, I can’t believe the company
wants a simulation based on what happened last week.” I sighed, a headache
forming. “Monster Combat. Sea ghoul vs. zombies vs. flying monkeys.”
“And don’t forget the puppets.”
Ignoring him, I continued. “At
least these creatures won’t be real. I had nightmares until the last of those
monkeys went home.”
“Um...”
I didn’t like the sound of that.
“Frankie? Did you keep one?”
“A little one. I’m training him
to run errands.”
I stared, my headache pounding.
Frankie looked at me with sad eyes. I capitulated. “Fine. But I’m not cleaning
the monkey poo.”
~*~
Monster Combat?
Stupid Frankie and his stupid monkey.
Grumbling under my breath I
tossed a large bag of monkey poo into the incinerator. If the darn thing wasn’t
so good at fetching our lunch orders I’d—
“Hey! You’ll miss it!” I turned
at Frankie’s shout, and raced back to see the new game boot up on the monitor.
“Let’s get ready to Ruuumble!”
I rolled my eyes. “Stop clowning
and watch for glitches.”
“Hmmm. That’s odd. They’re, um, dancing.”
“What?” I started at the screen.
Ghouls, monkeys, zombies and puppets danced a jig.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have
programmed Riverdance into the soundtrack?”
~*~
Virtual Therapy and Love
“I can still see it. The horror...
you can’t imagine the sight of a zombie waltzing with a puppet.”
“Tell me, how did it make you
feel? Did— zztzzttzzz”
I looked up at the grating noise.
The holographic image of Freud jumped, and then frizzed out. Frankie stood waiting
by the VR chamber door.
“Why did you stop my program?!”
“Um, we may have a problem. Zippy’s
in love.”
“Zippy? Oh, yeah, your flying monkey.
Wait, what? It’s in love?”
“With one of the puppets. I think
they’re planning on eloping.”
Shit. I’m going need more therapy
after this escapade.
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